Xi Nian’s Revival, Near Death

Inside a familiar room. A passionate embrace and kiss. Xi Nian and the nearly perfect black-haired woman fell together. He bent over her with slight greed and abandon, moving down from the delicate collarbones of her neck, tasting the smooth skin scented with violets. Sinking deeper. Even if it was hell, so what? The black-haired woman's eyes were hazy as well. A faint pink glow spread across her divine body. She did not stop the boy's excessive actions; if anything, she hoped he would become more intense. But then.